Like the words you say
Hate how they hurt
Love hearing it anyway
Like the way you touch me
Hate when the feeling ends
Love your hands on me anyway
Like the sight of you coming home
Hate it when you leave
Love waiting for you anyway
Like all that you are and yet to be
Hate all of your idiosyncrasies
Love everything anyway
Like thinking that someday he'll be real
Hate that he is still not here
Love dreaming about him anyway
